William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied read more
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck read more
'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at.
If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as
he pleased and displeased them. . read more
If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as
he pleased and displeased them. . . . I am no true man.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
Still harping on my daughter.
Still harping on my daughter.
Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?
So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
